interview

we’d met a couple of times

here & there

as anybody does living in much

the local parts of any city

same’ish social circles

& I could feel the tingle

when I saw her

there in the lower body

wondered if she felt the same

& the night came

at some dreary dead party

began talking of life loves

those we both knew

come she called leading

me out into the night

took me to her home

suggested we do the loving thing

on the living room floor

then in her carefully made bed

I gave it up until I just had no more

come the morning she gave me coffee

said goodbye at the door

I guess I failed the interview

as I never saw her again

nevermore

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